“No, I have. Just not…nothing like this ever. Oh my God. I’m so sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. It’s not a big deal.” I glance over my shoulder. “Unless she’s going for a shotgun or something.” This is Texas after all.
Finally, she laughs. “No shotgun.”
The water starts to cool. Whether we’ve exhausted the hot water tank or it’s the mom’s way of forcing us out of the shower, I’m not sure. Either way, it does nothing to cure my raging hard-on.
“Rooster,” she whispers, wrapping her fingers around my dick. “I wanted to take care of you.”
I suck in a quick hit of air. Her little fingers feel amazing. “Keep stroking, baby.”
She gives me a wicked smile then drops to her knees. Guess she forgot her mom’s right outside. Not that I’m complaining.
Her soft, wet tongue flicks against the underside of my cock. “Oh, fuck. This won’t take long.”
She peeks up at me and presses a finger to her lips. “Shhh.”
“I’ll do my—”
My words are lost as she swoops in and wraps her lips around my cock, sliding down as far as she can. She curls her hand around what she can’t fit in her mouth and gives a nice counter twist. “Fuck,” I groan.
Bracing one hand on the wall and the other on the back of her head, I pump my hips a few times. I’m so erratic and out of control, she ends up resting her hands on my hips and letting me have my way with her mouth.
“Shelby, fuck. That’s it.” At the last minute, I yank my dick out of her mouth and shoot cum all over her wet tits.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
It wasn’t politeness that stopped me from shooting down her throat. It was the desire to see my cum painting her beautiful body. But I’m thoroughly spent, so I just nod and brush my knuckles against her cheek. “You okay?”
She nods, and I help her stand, turning her to face the water, so I can reluctantly clean her off.
Washing turns to groping and a few seconds later, I’m pinching her little nipples and turning her head, so I can kiss her again. She grinds her ass into my half-hard cock, and I groan. I haven’t had enough of her yet.
“Shelby!” Someone bangs on the bathroom door. Right. Forgot about the scandalized mom out there.
“Shoot.” Shelby pulls away and slams the water off. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers to me.
“It’s okay.
We climb out, and she tosses a towel at me. Fuck, I forgot she took my clothes and washed them.
Shelby seems to have the same thought. Her lips twist with remorse. “I’m so sorry. I probably have a pair of gym shorts or something…”
“I’m fine.” Got nothing to hide. I mean, it’s not like her mom didn’t just hear her daughter giving me head. Might as well go for full-throttle awkward and parade around the house in a towel that barely hides my balls.
Thankfully, her mom’s not waiting outside the bathroom door for us.
Something awful occurs to me, and I grasp Shelby’s arm, stopping her in her tracks. “You are twenty-two, right?”
She lets out a soft laugh. “Yes.” She points to the right. “My bedroom, if you’d rather wait there.”
I’m not going to wait in there like a pussy, but I do follow her in while she gets dressed. The gym shorts she has for me must have belonged to a high school boyfriend because they wouldn’t fit my arm, let alone my anywhere else.
“Sorry,” she says again. “I’ll get your stuff in the dryer.”
“Hey.” I stop her and push her wet, tangled hair off her shoulder. “Stop apologizing.” I search her face. “You embarrassed to introduce me to your mom?”
“No. God, Rooster. Not at all.”
“Good.”
She slips into this short, loose black dress. I almost lose my damn mind when she slides a tiny black thong underneath.
Still wearing the towel, I follow her into the kitchen where an older, plumper, just-as-pretty version of Shelby paces back and forth. “Oh my God! Shelby, are you okay!?”
“I’m fine.”
The woman’s gaze lands on me then returns to her daughter.
Shelby’s cheeks turn pink. “This is my friend, Rooster.”
“Rooster?”
I hold out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Morgan.”
The lady narrows her eyes and quickly shakes my hand.
“I thought you left with Brad this morning,” she asks Shelby. By the tone she uses to say Brad’s name, I’m guessing she’s not a fan.
“I did.” Shelby rests her hip against the counter, and feeling protective, I place my hands on her shoulders. “He wanted to take these stupid photos at the Riverwalk. I fell in the water.”
“Oh, baby,” her mom coos. “You can’t swim.”
“I know.” Shelby shrugs. “Brad thought it was hysterical. But I was scared to death.” She turns and nods at me. “Rooster jumped in the water and carried me out.”
Mom’s suspicious hawk eyes are softer when they land on me again. “You did?”
I shrug. “She sounded terrified. I couldn’t leave her in there.”
“Well, thank you.” Her lips quirk as she pulls Shelby against her for a hug. “You could’ve thanked him with dinner, you know.”
“Mom,” Shelby protests. “We were all gross from the river water.”
Her mom laughs and releases Shelby. “Sure, honey.” Her gaze skips to my towel, and she raises an eyebrow at me.
“Your daughter took my clothes hostage, Mrs. Morgan.”
“You can call me Lynn.” She gestures at the washing machine. “I think it’s done. Better get his stuff in the dryer if you want to get to work on time, Shelbs.”
Shelby drags herself away from both of us and busies herself pulling stuff out of the washer and plopping it into the dryer.
“That bike yours?” Lynn asks.
“Yup.”
“Got New York plates.”
“I’m visiting the area.”
“Uh-huh.” Suspicious mom returns. She nods at my leather cut still draped over one of the dining room chairs. “Your whole MC down here?”
“Yeah, we’re friendly with the local club. It’s all good.”
She breathes out a sigh of relief. “Okay, I just don’t want her…”
“No one will bother her, Lynn.”
The fear vanishes from her eyes. She tilts her head and studies me. “You’re nicer than I’d expect.”
Meaning she’s had some bad run-ins with bikers. “I have my moments.” I wink at her. “And a weakness for pretty ladies.
”
Flirting seems to work. She opens the refrigerator and offers to feed me. Shelby’s jaw drops. Maybe Lynn’s not usually so polite to Shelby’s boyfriends, but in Brad’s case, I kind of don’t blame the woman.
Shelby fusses with setting the table and pouring tea while her mother fixes lunch. As Shelby backs away, I reach out and grab her hand. “Hey, you okay?”
Her nervous eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry, I’m basically holding you hostage here.”
I laugh and lean in to kiss her forehead. “Baby, if I wanted to go, I’d go. Pants or not.”
She chuckles, and some of the tension seems to drain out of her. “Okay.”
Her mother sets out heaping portions of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Shit, I think I’m in love with this family.
“Leftovers from the diner,” Lynn says, almost as an apology.
“Looks great to me. Thank you.” It’s been an eventful day, and I’m starving.
“Shelby?” Lynn’s voice is low as if she’s hoping I won’t notice. But we’re all in pretty tight quarters. Even so, I keep my face focused on my plate.
“You and Brad?” she prompts her daughter.
“O-V-E-R.” Shelby sighs. “He was such a jackass.”
“Boy was born on third and always thought he hit a triple,” Lynn mutters. Damn, I like this lady. “Dickless wonder, too.”
Now I see where Shelby gets her sass from.
Shelby snorts. “We got the photos, though. Rooster saved the SD card for me.”
“Good.” They’re both quiet, and I look up to see them sharing some sort of silent communication. Shelby shrugs and shakes her head.
As we’re finishing up, my phone buzzes. I flick the screen and check the texts from Jiggy. “Damn,” I mutter.
“Do you have to go? One of your friends said you were meeting…are you late?”
“Nah, it’s okay.” Actually, that’s not true. Z needs me at this meeting, and after everything he’s done to keep our charter together and the faith he’s put in me by nominating me for Vice President, I don’t want to disappoint him. Shelby seems to sense my inner conflict and leans over to yank open the dryer door.